Jim Cameron pulled up to the office of the Pine Tree lodge; his favorite hideout after a personal crises. The latest stunt ranked high in stupidity. Getting caught in bed with the twenty two year old daughter of his current girl friend was bad. Jessica held a gun permit and he was afraid that she would use it.
It was better that he lay low here and let the excitement die down. Pine Tree lodge is a semi-clothing optional resort that attracted good-looking guests. He had helped the developer find investors and put some of his money into the venture. He checked in and went to his cabin and crashed. He got up mid-morning and went to the café then went to the pool to get some sun.
Jim looked over the rim of his blackout sunglasses watching the women who were walking around the clothing optional pool. A woman approached dressed in only a string bikini bottom, carrying a tray with a large cocktail glass. She placed the glass on the table, turned and walked away. There was the number 32 stenciled on the back of the small garment.
Jim took a sip of the drink and set the glass back on the table. He noticed a woman who was completely naked approaching and set her bag next to the lounge that was across the table from the one that Jim was occupying. The woman had short red hair. A well worked out body including ample breasts. Her pubic area was bare accept for a shock of redish hair.
"I'll have what ever he is having," said the woman when number 32 approached again.
"Hello, I'm Ginger do you mind me using this lounge?"
"No objection at all", Jim responded.
"Jim Cameron, pleasure to get to know you."
"Ginger Bradley," she said as she lifted the towel covering Jim's private parts.
"Are you interested, ma'am?" asked Jim.
"I am always interested. I am here to decompress from my last job, I just finished editing the latest Hollywood blockbuster. Don't ask I can't tell you the story," said Ginger as she took a seat on the lounge.
"Was that your McLaren that pulled in last night? I saw it as I was checking in," asked Jim.
"Guilty as charged, the car was my reward for pulling a director's project out of the abyss. I saved the production company several million dollars, even though the movie didn't get good reviews it made a profit. What brings you here, Mr. Jim," said Ginger.
"I an hiding out until the dust settles. My lady friend ended our relationship; she found me in bed with her twenty-two year old daughter. I wanted to make my self-scarce in case she decided to use the gun that she is permitted to carry. I had it coming; in some matters I still am out of control. An inheritance gives me a certain amount of freedom. I dabble in the law, I do some investing but I can't seem to keep a woman interested for long. Or I loose interest," Jim stood losing the towel, "I am in cabin 19 if you would like to have dinner," said Jim as he finished his cocktail.
"Make sure that Number 32 is serving and I will see you at 7:00. Oh, just wear a robe. It will be easier if things get interesting and I think they will," said Ginger.
Jim started walking off and ran into Number 32 carrying Ginger's drink he stopped her and whispered in the woman's ear. Number 32 nodded her head indicating that she would be available.
Jim entered the cabin and opened his computer. He went on Google and put Ginger Bradley in the search field. After separating the chaff he found Ginger McCloud Bradley film editor. After reading the articles he found out that she was finishing the latest Marvel movie. Well he could have a conversation with the woman.
He went to the bar in the room and fixed himself another martini, and dealt with his email. The management had thoughtfully stocked his room with his favorite gin and vermouth. Three martinis later he was crashed on the bed.
The phone on the nightstand started to buzz and after the third buzz it fell silent. Five minutes later it started making noise again. He ignored again, and five minutes later it vibrated again. Jim finally picked up the phone "This better be good," he said thinking it was one of his friends.
"This is Ginger. Sorry Mr. Jim, but I got some notes from the director and he needs some touch ups tonight."
"So you will be leaving?" asked Jim.
"No I setup my studio in my cabin, but I will be working all night."
"Wait you can edit a movie in your cabin?"
"Mr. Jim I am not cutting film, I am manipulating electrons; it is all done on computers," said Ginger
"Can I visit you later?"
"Sorry Mr. Jim you would have to be an Executive Producer to watch me work. I will also be on a video chat with heir director, I will call you tomorrow morning after I wrap things up."
The line went dead but there was a knock on the cabin door. Jim grabbed the large towel and wrapped it around his middle. Jim opened the door and the young woman with 32 on her bikini bottom walked in. Jim reached down and grabbed the strings and untied one half letting the garment fall to the floor.
"I don't think that you will be needing that," said Jim.
The woman turned and guided a cart with dinner into the room.
He dropped the towel and the young woman dropped to her knees and began to suck on Jim's dick. He held the woman's head and moved his cock in and out fucking her mouth. No. 32 moved her hand to his balls and took some control back. Jim continued to drive his cock in and out of her mouth.
Jim pulled out and directed the woman to the end of the couch and bent her over the arm, Jim walked over to the cart with the food and picket up one of the appetizers, and walked back to No. 32. He inserted his cock in her pussy and began to fuck the young woman. After a few quick strokes Jim shot a load in her pussy. Jim stood her up and sat down on the couch and opened his legs and directed No. 32 to kneel and suck his cock. Jim lifted the phone and asked if there were any other women available and asked them to send two more over to his cabin.
Jim felt that he was about to cum and held the woman's head and shot his load in her face. He directed her to the bathroom to clean up and waited for the other women to show up. No. 32 returned and Jim bent her over his knees and used his hand to explore her pussy and ass.
The door opened and two women dressed only in string bikini bottoms walked in. Both women had nice tight boobs. With a slap on 32's ass he directed her to sit next to him and opened his legs and pointed to one of the other women and indicated that he wanted his dick sucked.
No. 45 knelt and took his cock in her mouth while Jim sucked on 32's tits. When his erection was hard enough he stood and took the remaining woman in his bedroom and entered her from behind. He grabbed 54's tits while he fucked the girl.
Jim came with an enormous burst depositing a large quantity of cum in 54's pussy. They came out of the bedroom and Jim dismissed the three the women. Jim loved the feeling of power that he had when he visited Pine Tree lodge. While it wasn't exactly paying for sex he would add substantial tips to the accounts of the women.
Jim went to bed. It was late morning and his phone started buzzing again.
"Mr. Jim, get some clothes on I will be by in ten minutes," said Ginger after he recognized the voice.
"Why do I need clothes?" said Jim.
Because you are taking me to breakfast; hurry I will be by in a minute," replied Ginger.
Jim heard the noise that a high performance engine makes outside of his cabin. He put a pair of shorts on with out underwear and a T-shirt, found his slip-on shoes and walked out of his cabin.
The McLaren 650S was metal flake blue with white racing stripes. Ginger got out of the gull wing door and Jim's eyes moved to the enormous gold pendant in the shape of a lightning bolt nestled between Gingers boobs covered by a close fitting poloshirt.
"They're real and this is real also. You're ogling three ounces of 24-carat gold," said Ginger.
"Wouldn't you want to keep that quiet?" said Jim, as he inspected the lighting bolt shaped pendant.
"This is one of five, it is a way for me to keep some my money close and away from bankers," Ginger said.
Jim mentally did the math and three times $1,300 means that she was wearing almost nine thousand dollars around her neck.
The car was right hand drive so Jim got in the left seat and pulled the door closed. Ginger got in and leaned over; planted a kiss on his lips and helped him with the four-point restraint system. "Couldn't get an American version?" ask Jim.
"I was in England when I took delivery and besides I like being different?" said Ginger.
She threw the car around the twisty roads and ran though the gears like she was a racecar driver. She hit the accelerator and Jim was pushed in to the seat. Just as fast as she accelerated she applied the brake and Jim was pushed into the four-point harness.
Most of my day I am worrying about insignificant amounts of time and frames of video, so when I drive, I drive," said Ginger.
They were on a long straight stretch of road and Ginger floored the car and the speed spiked at two hundred MPH. There were more cars and buildings and Ginger brought the car down to the speed limit. She pulled into what looked like a railroad passenger car that was serving as a diner and parked the car. The doors sprung open and she reached over and helped Jim unclip the restraint system. When they were out of the car the doors closed. Ginger slipped her arm around Jim's waist and they walked into the dinner.
"I know we talked about dinner but I guess it will be brunch," said Ginger as they reached the entrance.
They slipped into a booth and pulled menus from the clip on the table. "What would you like to have Ms. Bradley," said the waitress standing at the table.
"I will have the heart attack special, make it two, and bring extra hot sauce," said Ginger.
"You must be a regular?"
"I come here enough that they know me," said Ginger.
Two plates loaded with bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs and a large pancake; were placed on the table. Two large mugs of coffee followed. Jim now understood why she called it the heart attack special. He thought to himself that this girl would have an interesting taste if he got that far.
